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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fasting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis morning now, yet silently I stand, <br>Uplift the curtain with a weary hand, <br>Look out while darkness overspreads the way, <br> And long for day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Calm peace is frighted with my mood to-night, <br>Nor visits my dull chamber with her light, <br>To guide my senses into her sweet rest <br> And leave me blest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long hours since the city rocked and sung <br>Itself to slumber: only the stars swung <br>Aloft their torches in the midnight skies <br> With watchful eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No sound awakes; I, even, breathe no sigh, <br>Nor hear a single footstep passing by; <br>Yet I am not alone, for now I feel <br> A presence steal </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within my chamber walls; I turn to see <br>The sweetest guest that courts humanity; <br>With subtle, slow enchantment draws she near, <br> And Sleep is here. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What care I for the olive branch of Peace? <br>Kind Sleep will bring a thrice-distilled release, <br>Nepenthes, that alone her mystic hand <br> Can understand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so she bends, this welcome sorceress, <br>To crown my fasting with her light caress. <br>Ah, sure my pain will vanish at the bliss <br> Of her warm kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still my duty lies in self-denial; <br>I must refuse sweet Sleep, although the trial <br>Will reawaken all my depth of pain. <br> So once again </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lift the curtain with a weary hand, <br>With more than sorrow, silently I stand, <br>Look out while darkness overspreads the way, <br> And long for day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Go, Sleep,&quot; I say, &quot;before the darkness die, <br>To one who needs you even more than I, <br>For I can bear my part alone, but he <br> Has need of thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;His poor tired eyes in vain have sought relief, <br>His heart more tired still, with all its grief; <br>His pain is deep, while mine is vague and dim, <br> Go thou to him. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;When thou hast fanned him with thy drowsy wings, <br>And laid thy lips upon the pulsing strings <br>That in his soul with fret and fever burn, <br> To me return.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She goes. The air within the quiet street <br>Reverberates to the passing of her feet; <br>I watch her take her passage through the gloom <br> To your dear home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beloved, would you knew how sweet to me <br>Is this denial, and how fervently <br>I pray that Sleep may lift you to her breast, <br> And give you rest-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A privilege that she alone can claim. <br>Would that my heart could comfort you the same, <br>But in the censer Sleep is swinging high, <br> All sorrows die. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She comes not back, yet all my miseries <br>Wane at the thought of your calm sleeping eyes-- <br>Wane, as I hear the early matin bell <br> The dawn foretell. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so, dear heart, still silently I stand, <br>Uplift the curtain with a weary hand, <br>The long, long night has bitter been and lone, <br> But now 'tis gone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dawn lights her candles in the East once more, <br>And darkness flees her chariot before; <br>The Lenten morning breaks with holy ray, <br> And it is day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Pauline+Johnson">Emily Pauline Johnson</a><div class=q>
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Uplift the curtain with a weary hand, 
Look out while darkness overspreads the way, 
 And long for day. 

Calm peace is frighted with my mood to-night, 
Nor visits my dull chamber with her light, 
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